Before, I thought my heart could not break anymore.
I was wrong.
Now I wonder why it hasn't opened up and bled.
How much more pain will I have to endure before it stops?
But you cannot die of a broken heart.
I found that out long ago.
How long will it be until I can feel peace,
And happiness,
Instead of hurt,
Betrayal,
Pain,
Confusion,
Fear,
And sadness?
That I can answer.
Never.
I will only feel peace when I am in your arms.
Happiness when you kiss my lips.
And I will not feel confusion or fear,
Only when you are by my side.
good poem....but pain is the second truth of life after death....we have live with it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a bit more substance in here that was not present in the last piece . I reconnend it very much . GW62